Broken glue

a blunt personal poem

cant grow, but you..

find my home..

leave my heart..

skin meets the cold..

life becomes sleep..

i can be alone...

i cannot cry..just ..exist..

i waste all time..

i want everything that i dont know

fumbling away at the lock..

words are crumbling away

the hinges broke along time ago....

Author's Note

any feedback is welcome

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

Terrific free associative piece.

NOTE: The personal pronoun "I" is always capitalized. However, with poetic license, it's very well used here to denote that the writer is feeling small… marginalized by the experience.